"An Yingjing, prepare to jump off." Zuo Luohuan drove the aircraft into the sidewalk of the parking lot.

"Okay." An Yingjing put on the skeleton mecha, grabbed the aircraft seat, walked to the cabin door, and waited for the opportunity.

At this time, someone from the observation tower shot over with a light gun, and Zuo Luohuan left the driver's seat: "Jump!"

The two jumped out of the hatch, and the aircraft was shot by the light gun and exploded directly in mid-air.

"You stay here, I'll go to the weapon tower." Zuo Luohuan dropped a sentence and quickly moved to the other side.

An Yingjing looked up at the observation tower, he didn't go up, just started to release his pheromone.

In the past six months, An Yingjing was often asked to release his pheromones to the skeletal mecha team members. The purpose was to make his own people adapt and work at critical moments.

It is impossible for these Gashiro people to wear masks to guard against him alone.

Maybe it didn't work for the robot dog, but those Gashiro people fell into hallucinations instantly. Luo Shaoyuan smelled the familiar pheromone and knew that An Yingjing was coming. He and Zha Lili looked at each other not far away.

Soon Zha Lili led the team to cover Luo Shaoyuan and others, while Luo Shaoyuan harvested the lives of the Gashiro people who had fallen into the hallucination one by one.

Without these Gashiro people constantly releasing new robot dogs, the pressure on the skeletal mecha team members suddenly decreased.

As for the weapon tower.

When Zuo Luohuan arrived, the Qing Dao army was completely unable to resist the attacks of Gashiro and the robot dog. He Yue was kicked down by a Gashiro, and the opponent's machete swung up and was about to cut her head.

The machetes used by the Gashra are extremely sharp, and they like to use them to cut throats or chop off entire heads.

He Yue's heel was cut off, and she couldn't hold it anymore. She was just unwilling to be seized by the Gashiro people, and the rescue army had already arrived.

Even though the machete was already in front of her eyes, He Yue did not close her eyes and waited for death, but stared at the Gashiro people in front of her with wide eyes.

Zuo Luohuan didn't wear a skeleton mecha, she kicked her toes slightly, and the dead Gashiro on the ground jumped up with the machete in her hand. The Gashlor who flew away.

When the machete flew behind the Gashlor, the curved mouth was already aimed at the back of his neck.

The tip of the Gashiro machete had just cut through He Yue's neck, and the next moment, his head flew high, and his eyes were even confused, how could it be getting higher and higher?

He Yue turned her face to look at the direction where the machete was flying, Zuo Luohuan stepped on the dead Gashiro on the ground, bent over and took off the two load-bearing belts.

When the surrounding Gashiro and the robot dog came together, a smile appeared on her face, with a deep sarcasm, and then she smashed the two weight belts in her hands at the two Gashiro people.

The force she slammed over was too great, and the weight-bearing belt smashed the head of the Gashiro.

"Don't worry, I still have two." Zuo Luohuan said as he watched more and more Gashiro rushing over.

She removed the weight belt from her wrist, dodged an attack by a robot dog, and smashed the belt again.

This time the experienced Gashiro knew how to dodge, while another Gashiro held a machete and slashed towards the belt, thinking he could split, but was shocked by the speeding belt and lost the machete .

Zuo Luohuan turned his wrist and put on the skeleton mecha in an instant. The Gashiro who jumped out from the side and behind slashed at the back of her neck with a machete, only making a 'clang' sound.

Before the Gashiro people could react, they were pulled by Zuo Luohuan with a backhand. She didn't even take the light gun and the machete, and broke his neck directly.

She was obviously alone, the atmosphere on the weapon tower changed suddenly, and the Gashiro people wanted to retreat, but Zuo Luohuan didn't give these people a chance, and occasionally even knocked down the four-generation robot dog that jumped.

Zuo Luohuan started cleaning from the first weapon port, and all the way, she couldn't escape the Gashiro and the robot dog with her light gun and machete. She was too easy to do.

Those arrogant Gashiro never imagined that one day they would die under the machete.

He Yue supported her blood-stained body, leaned against the wall slowly, and couldn't help but smile: Zuo Luohuan's strength is so high, don't know why he lost to Ji Yuezhi when he was training in the practice competition.

The Gashiro and the robot dog, who could not be stopped by the Qing Dao army, were all solved by Zuo Luohuan.

When she untied those load-bearing belts, it was like undoing the seal, especially with the bonus of the skeleton mecha, her strength was even higher, and the last Gashiro wanted to escape.

Zuo Luohuan followed him leisurely, and when he was about to jump out, he kicked him down.

The Gashiro fell face down, stretched out his hand to the glass window, and tried to escape again.

Zuo Luohuan stepped on each other with one foot, the machete was placed in front of his neck, and bent over: "It looks familiar."

After a while, Zuo Luohuan suddenly realized: "I have seen the video of you killing people at the northern border before."

Before the Winter Army was stationed on the northern border, the Gashiro Empire once attacked the border, and there were many Gashiro people who killed the people of the Federation. Orphans like Luo Shaoyuan mostly came this way.

The Gashiro people who were trampled on the ground struggled frantically, and Zuo Luohuan didn't bother to entangle with him any more.

A pool of blood soon spread out on the ground.

Zuo Luohuan didn't take a second glance, walked in front of the weapon tower, and looked through the screen at the warship that moved forward more than half a distance: They were almost there.

"Instructor." Zuo Luohuan turned around and rummaged through the medical box to bandage He Yue.

"...They." He Yue motioned Zuo Luohuan to go to the back, "I...I'm not seriously injured."

Zuo Luohuan looked at He Yue who was covered in blood, without saying much, put down a packet of wound healing agent, got up and went behind to help the other Qing Dao soldiers.

on the warship.

"Team, the attack has stopped." The team member in charge of weapon output looked back at Ji Yuezhi.